Page 3 of Keep Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 2)
“Vance,” Walker states with a small smirk on his lips, almost seeming to enjoy the position Kaden’s found himself in. “I’m assuming you can show them upstairs where they can get ready to go and Mr. Rhodes can see a doctor?”
I have no idea what Kaden’s relationship is with Walker so I can’t tell if he finds this humorous because they’re friends or because he doesn’t like him. I mean, I don’t seem to know jack shit about Kaden, so me not understanding their relationship is the least of my concerns.
“Yeah.” He nods with a grunt. “Let’s go.”
Blaine helps me stand up and River and Royce follow us, the first leaning slightly to one side as Royce watches him with concern. As we push through the doors, immediately my nose is filled with a scent that makes me both sick and scared at the same time.
Pierce.
The bastard is here somewhere watching and I can’t help how I immediately curl up further against Blaine. The moment we enter the elevator, just the five of us, Kaden turns to us. Honestly, if it wasn’t for the gun at this hip, I’m not positive he would be safe. I’m also trying to ignore my issues with elevators … but with Pierce’s scent in my nose? It doesn’t help.
“Sloane,” Kaden whispers.
“Vance,” Royce barks. “Stop fucking talking to her, haven’t you caused enough problems? You couldn’t even get one fucking part right and get Pierce out of the picture.”
I shake my head and speak to both of them. “I don’t want to talk about it, let’s just get this over with so we can all move on.” I see Kaden wince at that.
The elevator opens to what seems to be a penthouse and Blaine leads me toward a long hallway, both of us no doubt hoping for a shower. A medical attendant helps River toward the table and Royce stops Kaden from following after us. I don’t stick around to hear what is said. I need a moment before I can deal with the implications of all of this.
Kaden never planned on sticking around, had he? This was just a job for him. One that he clearly got extra benefits from. I snort softly and sadly. No wonder he was so fucking set on the ‘responsibility’ speech when it came to safe sex. Wouldn’t want any little Kadens walking around when he threw our asses in jail, right? My jaw tightens as I shake my head feeling my fury bubble up again.
Then something hits me, my stomach bottoming out.
“Blaine,” I whisper as he closes the bedroom door and turns to face me, sliding off his shoes.
“Yeah, Honey Bunny?” he whispers softly, his voice almost sad.
“I’m sorry I lied about Pierce,” I mumble. Honestly, I’m ready for their anger but I’m not positive how I’ll handle it.
His gray eyes soften. “I think part of me had figured that out a while ago, Sloane. The guy seemed far too invested in you. But more than that, you didn’t owe us anything, beautiful. Everyone takes time opening up, and you shouldn’t be expected to spread all your cards on the table straight away.”
“But doesn’t that make me as bad as Kaden?” I mutter.
He barks out a humorless laugh while pulling off his shirt, as I slowly strip out of my clothes feeling a bit shaky. Instantly, Blaine has me lifted into his arms and is moving toward the shower, his hard length pressed against my wet lace covered center.
His words are soft. “You were running from a situation, Sloane. Kaden brought this fucking situation on himself. He betrayed us. You were clear from the start that you were running and that the FBI was after you because of that. I can’t be mad at you sweetheart. Of course, I wish you had trusted us enough to tell us—”
“I almost did in the bathtub at the cabin in Oregon,” I whisper as he starts the shower. “I didn’t want you to think that I was too much trouble. I didn’t want to lose you guys …”
His eyes heat at my words as he takes off my panties and then my bra, before slipping off his boxers, his hard cock rigid and long. I find it hard to look away from it even when he leads me into the shower’s hot stream of water and I inhale the mint scented steam there.
“Blaine.” I moan slightly as the man begins to massage my skin lightly with rosemary mint smelling body wash, causing me to melt into his touch. His large, rough hands trailing over my skin leave goose bumps and I can feel myself growing wetter between my legs. I inhale as he begins to rinse me off, his large finger skimming across my slit.
Honestly, his reaction is so different than I expected. I know that I still need to talk to Royce, but this? This understanding is everything and so fucking different than anything I’d have predicted.
“You are so wet, beautiful,” he mumbles. “Fuck, the things I want to do to you are twisted.”
“Do them.” I practically beg, shivering as he chuckles softly, his fingers dipping further into me and making my eyes flutter.
“Not until we are completely alone, Sloane,” he whispers softly nibbling on my ear. “I don’t want a time limit on enjoying your body for the first time. Because I know that once I’ve sunk into this tight little pussy I won’t be able to stop until I fuck you raw, your cries of pleasure echoing throughout the entire space.”
“Fuck,” I mumble as he begins to circle my clit with his thumb, and I cling to him shaking slightly. My breath catches as his hand wraps around my throat, tight enough that I feel the pressure, and my eyes close. My nipples tighten painfully and his head dips, I arch my chest towards him so that his tongue and teeth can mark up my chest.
I whimper out his name as I roll my hips, the friction from his thick fingers and the pressure from his thumb, creating a storm of pleasure. My nails bite into his massive golden muscular shoulders as I cry out, his teeth gently tugging on my tight erect nipples. The room is spinning and I feel an orgasm rise up like a fucking tsunami wave, before crashing over me. I gasp out his name as my knees shake, his arms catch me with ease as his lips descend down on mine.
Kissing Blaine is dark and electric. My fingers intertwine in his hair as my back hits the shower wall, his lips softly devouring me as I come down from my orgasm. Instantly, the pleasure brings a relaxed sleepy state and any sign of a panic attack is gone. This man is fucking brilliant.
“Listen to me,” he says softly, pulling back. “Whatever this is. We are going to get through it. Fuck, Pierce. Fuck, Kaden. Royce and I are always going to keep you safe Sloane. I mean hell, I can even include River in that. The fucker is crazy but at least he’s honest. I need you to trust that we are going to handle this though, beautiful. Shit is going to get messy but I promise that once this asshole gets his, the four of us will get the fuck away from all of this and ...”
